I assume that it soothes thee
to escape into the realm of televised fantasy,
subject to hypno-analysis
the Negro does not move;
he has been made into an intelectual vegetable,
carted around in the wheel-chair of bliss,
ignorant to his own pending doom-
The only visible remnant of his glorius past
is the mere fact that he is alive:
(physically anyway)
He has been sedated by psycho-tropic
doses of altered reality
500 c.c's of illusion injected
into the conscious, rendering him deplete of will.
Incapable of self- reflections
hinting truth in the Bell Curve" suggestions-
As I work to help him gain a handle
he only moves to change the channel.